Miss Green quietly slipped into the house. Her eyes scanned the room. She smiled.
The room was a library, a large library. The room was covered with cherry panels. Antique furniture decorated the room. Brown leather chairs and sofa's surrounded the granite and wood fireplace.
She quickly crossed the room and walked out into the hall. As she descended the hall way she took note of the beauty of the house. A beautiful large crystal chandelier graced the entrance. The two cherry double door entrances were crowned with a gold leafed wooden paneled ceiling.
Broots had done a great job at finding this place.
She slowly made her way down the hall to the kitchen. As she walked in she saw Ayden and Avery cleaning the kitchen. When both of them looked up to see who had entered, both of them flinched away their gaze.
Green looked down to the grown.
She quickly looked up to them both.
"So are you going to talk to me or not?" Green asked.
Ayden and Avery just continued working.
"I see." Green said. She had turned ready to leave the room when Avery dropped the cloth she was cleaning with.
"You don't know what she's been through. You didn't have a right to make her feel bad about not saving us." Avery said as Green turned back around.
"Jameison shouldn't have had to save us.......we should have saved her." Ayden confessed as he stood by Avery with a mop in his hands.
Avery elbowed him and gave him a warning look.
"What do you mean Ayden?" Green said in a 'tell me now' voice.
Ayden looked over at Avery. Avery's glare made him swallow down the little saliva that he had in his mouth. He glanced back at his mother.
"Nothing. I didn't mean anything by it." Ayden insisted.
Green considered her children carefully.
Under the scrutiny both of the children began to squirm. The kind of squirming a child does when their mother find out they've done something bad and are trying to hide it.
Green stared for a minute more......and had decided to let it go when Ayden spoke up again.
"Jamieson has to tell you herself. We have no place to tell you." Ayden said swiftly before receiving another elbowing from Avery.
Then suddenly from behind Green, Nia and Ian came into the kitchen.
When they saw their mother they had both stopped and had tried to leave.
"GET BACK HERE!!!" She yelled.
Nia and Ian looked to each other and sighed. Both turned around to their mother with faces of dread.
"Now you four are going to explain to me how you knew about Jamieson and didn't tell me!!!" Green exclaimed with an edge of anger in her tone.
The four children exchanged glances.
Green watched them under close scrutiny.
"Well..............I'm waiting!" she voiced her impatience.
All four of them were about to talk when Jamieson walked in.
Jamieson didn't flinch away from her mother's gaze.
Green looked at her daughter with worry.
She had said a terrible thing to Jamieson. Maybe she was going to give her a piece of her own mind now.
"No. I'm not. I....." Jamieson looked down to the floor and then back up to Green, "I came to apologize......for my behavior. I shouldn't have said what I said. Your thoughts are your thoughts......they shouldn't have been violated by my listening to them. It was wrong of me...................I'm sorry." Jamieson again apologized.
Green was shocked.
She wasn't expecting this. What brought this around?
"What brought this around?" she asked Jamieson.
Jamieson looked down.
"I ah...(she waved her hand behind her).....I was talking to Pop and.....he said.....he said it was wrong of me.....he told me I shouldn't have talked back to you......that you didn't deserve your thoughts to be taken against you. And.....I think he's right. So um... (Jamieson glanced down to the floor and then back to green)....so do you forgive me?" Jamieson asked.
Green was a little ticked off at the fact that Bobby had stuck his nose into something that wasn't his business........but then again.......where Jamieson was concerned.........she guessed it was his business. But why did Jamieson continue to call Bobby....Pop.
It didn't sit right with her.
Green continued to stare at Jamieson as Jamieson waited to be forgiven.
"Why do you call him Pop?" Green asked Jamieson with a stern look on her face.
Jamieson just stared at her with wide eyes.
"Becaauusseee......he's my Pop?" Jamieson said in a 'why are you asking' tone.
"You already have a father...." Green began.
"You mean I HAD a father!!" Jamieson exclaimed.
At the statement Green flinched in pain. The other children in the room flinched but did not look shocked.
Green looked in Jamieson's eyes and then to the other children.
"You um..." she said as she brought her hands up to inspect them, keeping her head lowered, "you know about that?" she said in a pained voice.
Jamieson looked from her mother to the others. The other four had the same face as their mother did. Deep pain.
Jamieson lowered her head and nodded.
"Yeah.....we know about that." Jamieson answered in a whisper.
Green continued to study her hands.
"We'll then you know that he was a great man.....and that he would have loved you very much....." Green said in a wavering voice.
"I know mom.....and we would have loved him.........but Uncle Bobby knows that my love for dad and him are two very different things.......I mean.........Uncle Bobby to me......is equivalent to Sydney to Dad. They're two very different people. Uncle Bobby could never replace Dad for me.......and Dad could never replace Uncle Bobby." Jamieson explained in a soft tone.
Green nodded her head.
She understood.
Green looked up with water eyes to Jamieson.
"Do the others know?" Jamieson asked.
Jamieson nodded her head slightly.
Green let out a heavy breath.
"I can't believe he's gone." Green said.
Jamieson smiled.
"He's not gone." Jamieson said.
Green looked up with confused eyes. Flashes forming in her head.....nothing she could understand.
Jamieson went up to Green. Jamieson took Green's hand and placed it on her chest over her heart.
"He's here.......he'll always be here." Jamieson said softly.
Green was basking in the glow of feeling her little girls hand on top of hers. The feel of her soft skin......and the reassuring beat of her heart, making her feel something kick alive in her.
The knowledge that this girl....this teenager....was her creation. She and Jarod had made this beautiful girl. Whether or not she looked exactly like either of them....didn't matter.
Green brought up her other hand and caressed Jamieson's face. Jamieson smirked at her mother.
Then oddly enough..........Green felt an emotion radiating off of Jamieson.....that she didn't quite understand. It was a strong sense of anger......of hurt.
Green didn't understand......why would she be feeling those emotions after what she had just said.
Before she could address the matter Jamieson pulled away. She then smirked at Green and said in a voice that only Green could hear.
"You do anything to hurt any of us....I'll make sure that you'll only be in our hearts too." Jamieson warned.
Green looked at Jamieson in bewilderment.
Jamieson then turned around and left Green standing in shock.